1017 Celestial Venerable Mu Living With His Elders (1/2)

Qin Mu and Deaf painted. One painted to put down his feelings in his painting. The other painted to put down his mortal heart to depict another god with the state of mind of a god.

Qin Mu was painting Divine King Lang Wo, but not really, for it was his ideal lover.

Deaf wanted to finish the transformation of his painting path so he could use painting to carry his Dao.

His aura became more and more discernible as his god nature became denser and denser. The brush in his hand became more than a brush. It became a divine weapon to create life. A new god was born at the touch of his brush.

After a while, it was Qin Mu who put down his brush first as he finished his work.

Deaf was still creating a new life with his thin brush, which radiated an aura of creation. The blood, flesh, and bones of the lady in the painting appeared from his brush.

The god nature of the lady in the painting emerged.

There wasn't a single flaw to her beauty. Her aura was elegant and graceful, and she had a natural appearance. She was wearing the most beautiful heavenly clothes.

Her skin seemed to concentrate all of the beauty in heaven and earth. Her fingers were clear, and her fingerprints contained countless changes, just like Dao. She was like a spirit born from everything good, yet she was created by Deaf.

With Deaf's last stroke, everyone there felt a faint aura emanating from the painting. It was a Postcelestial Great Dao's gradual growth, not from the painting but from Deaf's brush.

He gave the lady in the painting a god nature, a shape, a soul, and a life.

Qin Mu watched the scene and was touched. He opened the eye in the heart of his brows and saw that Deaf's Dao was like an illusory mist that emanated at a seemingly slow speed. It was imprinted into heaven, earth, and the void.

This wasn't a reform, nor was it changing people's hearts, it was the creation of a new technique, a new Dao.

Deaf was silent. With the end of the stroke, the Lang Wo in the painting had a life and a soul. He had his own Dao too.

Finally, he put down his brush and finished his painting.

At that moment, he cried joyfully with a smile. He was flooded with peace and great joy at the same time.

He felt his own Dao. As one of the two weakest elders out of the nine in Disabled Elderly Village, he cared little about techniques and divine arts.

If not for Qin Mu's pressing and the supervision of those in Disabled Elderly Village, Deaf wouldn't have even tried to get rid of his divine bridge to open the Celestial River Divine Treasure nor increase his cultivation.

Yet now, he felt his own vital qi and energy flowing on a marvelous route that was the technique that he formed naturally.

The so-called techniques and divine arts were just a presentation of Dao. He had cultivated the techniques of others when he sought his own Dao, so he was uninterested in his cultivation.

And now, he found and opened his own Dao. With Dao, techniques, and divine arts, everything was complete and would begin to flow naturally.

In writing, even for the best and most experienced, one still needed occasional inspiration to write something brilliant.

It was the same for the painting path.

It was mysterious, marvelous, and incredible.

Granny Si and Apothecary came forward to look at their paintings. They praised them plenty.

While Granny Si had a smile on her face, she subtly poked Apothecary and whispered, \”Do you understand it?\”

Apothecary had a large smile as he whispered back, \”No.\”

\”Same.\” Granny Si continued to smile.

Divine King Lang Wo walked forward as well and examined the paintings. The subject of Deaf's painting was like another her, elegant and clear. He painted her inner feelings with nothing extra.

That lady was peaceful yet distant. She was beautiful like her and moved like her. Another of her was in another world with her own ideas and thoughts. She even had her own cultivation and divine arts.

They looked at each other despite being in separate worlds.

Divine King Lang Wo praised, \”Although this painting path isn't creation, it's quite like it. I can't differentiate whether it's her or me in the painting.\”

Deaf said, \”Mu'er's painting isn't bad either.\”

Divine King Lang Wo looked at Qin Mu's painting. He couldn't capture her god nature, so she was different than the her in the painting. Compared to Deaf's technique, Qin Mu's technique paled in comparison.

Divine King Lang Wo looked at the subject of the painting. The Lang Wo inside was a peaceful girl who sat on a large snake's head while smelling a flower that she placed on her lips. She carried with her some shyness and smiles.

\”The holy infant's subject is like me, but it's not me. He probably put in his own romantic ideas.\”

Divine King Lang Wo's gaze turned, and she asked, \”Can I have these two paintings?\”

Deaf nodded and said, \”Sure.\”

Qin Mu nodded too.